One Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

today, i was thinking about my childhood and my youth, and my dream that one day . . .

"i hope to be the person i was meant to be. . . . one day, before my seasons end, i hope that i can see. the thoughts i dream, the words i think, set out for all to see and read."

not there yet, but getting close to that one day . . .


By Al Garcia


One day, I hope to be

the person I was meant to be.


One day, before my seasons end,

I hope that I can see.

the thoughts I dream,

the words I think,

set out for all to see and read.


From cotton fields, to fields

of fantasy and make-believe.

From being unseen and unheard,

to finally being perceptible and discernible.

My words become the dream of me,

and my resolve undiscourageable,

to write the words that

define and explain the whole me,

and just that part of me

that no one saw or dared to hear.


One day, when autumn leaves begin to blow

across an open field of dreams,

and my thoughts begin to stir

and my words begin to flow,

I will latch onto the whirling gust of wind

that lifts my words and thoughts, and me,

into a world I was meant to be.


A world of magic and imagination.

A world filled with a thousand yesterdays,

and incalculable tomorrows that inspire

and stimulate the senses of the little boy inside,

who dreamed one day to be,

the man he was meant to be.


One day, I hope to be

as confident as the morning light,

that brings the days that shine

and the nights that bring the dreams

that make me want to write,

and share the thoughts and words

that only the night and dreams can bring.

Submitted: October 09, 2021

© Copyright 2021 A.Garcia. All rights reserved.

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dewey green

I think you're there AL! Excellent poem!

Thu, November 18th, 2021 4:57pm


Dewey Green – I used to write for myself, and only for myself. It was my self-devised therapy to cope with my dreams, my thoughts, my feelings. I always thought no one would or could understand, much less take the time to read my rambling thoughts turned into words.

Since I started writing my personal daily thoughts some time ago, I have found a release for my anger, for my disillusionment, for my discontent. It helps. But it is not enough. The hypocrisy, audacity, arrogance and greed still persists, and continues to grow more so each day.

I have found a propensity toward political satire, when once I saw the beauty is so many things and so many faces around me, and wrote about deep feelings about nature, about love, about hope and about trust. That has faded over the last year or so.

I realize that there is nothing I can do or say to help change the deteriorating situation going on around me. I have found my current writing to be quite biting, and not always to everyone’s taste, and so I can understand how it may offend some who read it. Yet I feel compelled to address controversial political and social issues, writing in prose, and often time with a dash of humor, what normally could not be said in plain ordinary language.

Your kind words and seeming understanding of what I was trying to convey with my words and thoughts in some of my earlier writings, made me feel that I am not alone. And, it truly gives me hope to realize that there are others out there who can relate to passions, and to the fury and the rage that too many of us share, and that too many of us sometimes keep hidden and secreted deep inside ourselves.

So, thank you for taking the time to send me your comments, and for reading some of my writings.

You must understand that what I post is usually my first draft – right out of my head. I sit behind my computer and just let my thoughts flow and then I post it without waiting to re-read it or re-write it. What you see and read, are my unvarnished thoughts put into words. Too many times after I’ve posted something, and after I’ve re-read it, I think of other ways I could have written it, or other words I should have used. But, for me, it is important to leave my writings as I posted them. It captures the moment. Errors and all.

Thank you again. I hope to hear from you again. It inspires me to know that my writing(s) is appreciated and understood.

Thu, November 18th, 2021 11:54am

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